“What is in it?” There was no mistaking the seriousness in Angel’s voice.
“Broken furniture.”
“Mattresses?”
“Yes, I think there are, and paints and things. Why do you ask?”
“Jimmy,” said Angel quickly, “do you smell anything?”
Jimmy sniffed.
“Yes,” he said quickly. “Quick, the windows!”
They made a rapid search of the room. In a corner Jimmy unearthed a rusty cavalry saber.
“That’s the thing,” said Angel, and started to prise loose the solid shutter; but the wood was unyielding, and just as they had secured a purchase the blade snapped.
“There is an old ax in the cupboard,” cried the girl, who apprehended the hidden danger.